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Friday Story Bazaar ~ Tale Seventy-Eight


Personal Diary of a Lunatic

by
Alexander M Zoltai

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March 2025:

This is my diary for folks back on Earth. We’ve been up here now for five years. We got here because an Entrepreneur decided to use his rocket company to secure a future for Earth…

Of course, anybody who reads this, if I ever send it back to Earth, will know why we came here; but, they won’t know how things have changed…

And, yes, I’m a “lunatic”—we all decided we are, ‘cause it originally meant “of the Moon”…

I like the Moon, always have. Still, living and working here makes it even more amazing. We get our air and water by processing rocks. We use the metal that’s leftover to build our shelters; sure, we came up here with enough to survive, the thousand of us; but what we were able to do since then is pretty remarkable.

Back to what folks on Earth who might read this in the future won’t necessarily know: the people in charge up here aren’t working for Earth anymore, don’t care about Earth anymore, would rather Earth just went away…

We were supposed to be an outpost of humanity—people who would breed and prosper and come back to Earth when it wasn’t radioactive anymore…

I still can’t believe they did it—threw all those bombs around. But then, they boxed themselves in. Every single interaction was us versus them, me versus you, profit versus people. I suppose it was bound to happen…

But, to watch the folks up here, carefully chosen people, duplicate the thinking that nearly killed the Earth. What a shame…

But… I have to live here, I have to work here, I have to hope that soon I can start talking to certain people I can trust, so we can, maybe, turn things around…

January 2026:

We’re getting no more radio signals from Earth. But, we do know plenty of people are still alive, if plenty can mean thousands.

We don’t know how long they can hold out…

There are a few of us working on a plan to construct a small rocket that could be sent to orbit the Earth, gather images, and radio them back.

All we have to do is convince the few who’ve taken control that it’s worthwhile…

If we can’t do that, we might have to do away with the leaders; but, that has to be the worst solution; still, there has to be some solution, I mean there’s no logic in staying alive and not helping the Earth.

May 2029:

Been very busy…

We might have convinced some of the leaders to get back on track and make this a project to save Earth again…

March 2031:

One man has grabbed complete leadership for himself. He’s got about 20 security forces around him. But really, this seems better to me than when there were a whole crew of leaders. I hope it doesn’t come to war…

September 2032:

Been busy… The leader was vanquished by his security forces ‘cause we were able to “educate” them…

April 2033:

We’re building the rocket to send to Earth orbit…

December 2034:

Images radioed back from Earth showed definite signs of fresh farming activity—many locations…

We’re tired out but happy.

May 2035:

We decided to rename our colony “Unity” since that’s what it’s going to take for us to help Earth from way up here; but, we were selected for our scientific and practical knowledge and we’ll share it with Earth—send more satellites, drop some radios—only when we’re sure their unity has them well on the road to recovery—I mean, from what we can see, they’re not college graduates, if ya know what I mean; so, until they’re back to what we’re calling “developed agrarian”, we can only cheer them on, in our hearts…

Still, I think I’ll stay up here because it’s going to take Earth a hell of a long time to get to the level of living comfort that we have here on the Moon…

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December 2058:

The past couple of decades have seen a lot of progress, here and on Earth…

I’m going back as soon as we finish the shuttle; so, I really don’t have to keep this diary anymore—didn’t do such a good job at it anyway—never liked writing much…

I suppose I’ve been talking to myself all these years…

But, this colony will continue without me and it will continue to help Earth…

Still, even though I’ve been up here a long time, I really do have to go home…

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Friday Story Bazaar ~ Tale Seventy-Seven


True Believer

by
Alexander M Zoltai

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“It’s what other mortals say—there’s nothing divine about it…”

Anualia was answering the proprietor of the food establishment.

“I hear you Anualia and I wonder at your boldness…”

“I don’t feel I’m being bold, just logical, Manion.”

The proprietor excused himself with a nod to wait on two young people.

Anualia knew, at his depths, that he had logic on his side; yet, the Seneschal certainly had a very different idea of logic—a cruel, unjust “logic”—logically, it wasn’t religion at all—so many people had been lost to its unholy demands…

He almost let the tears fall but reached deep inside and touched the love that burned in his soul…

Manion returned with: “You know logic won’t work with the Seneschal, they’ll request you appear at their Tribunal…”

“If I must…” He smiled yet groaned a bit.

“Anualia, why are you putting yourself through this? They have all the weight of the Government behind them…”

“My friend, you know I answer to a different Order of Authority.”

“Yes… But, damn it, you know the Seneschal claim all right of Divinity and the Government backs them up.”

“True—just as true as the fact that my wife and child are in their Detention Center.”

“Oh, my; I hadn’t heard…”

“Yes, dear friend… I cry inside, I groan outside, and I carry my broken heart in my hands…”

“But…”

“There are no buts for me—my family will never be released and I will soon join them; and, all because I live for Truth; and, because Truth extends far beyond the mortal and temporal trap the Seneschal demands obedience to.”

“What will you do?”

“I will cling to the Truth, pray for my family, and gladly suffer to, hopefully, lead others to the Eternal path of Reality.”

“I must, Anualia, say again, I wonder at your boldness…”

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Three cycles later Anualia was incarcerated—nine cycles after that, he and his family were publicly executed, for “Treason to the Government and to the Government’s God”………

Manion would always bear in mind Anualia’s maxim of being rational about one’s beliefs; and, to the day Manion himself passed on, every day, he remembered something Anualia had often said, “Be overwhelmingly careful of what you pray for…”

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Friday Story Bazaar ~ Tale Seventy-Six


This World Is Way Bigger Than I’d Ever Imagined

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Alexander M Zoltai

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My name’s Mary and I’m gonna try to tell a story…

I was born an only child—don’t think my folks planned that—it just happened.

Like everybody, I was totally self-centered for my earliest years; but, also for all the time up to my twentieth year, ‘cause my folks fought a lot, and Dad left, and Mom put me up for adoption…

So, at twenty, I fell in love and my cramped world expanded to include John…

Then, we had Suzie and my world became much larger ‘cause I watched my daughter’s world unfold right in front of me—I was two worlds wide, with an extra world barely orbiting around—eventually, John left, too…

Of course, Suzie grew up and went and got married herself—still two worlds; but, kind of like far apart in space…

Suzie became a bit more distant as her family grew—can’t blame her ‘cause her husband was an international lawyer and they were always moving around and always having babies…

Every year or so, they’d visit and my world would be very wide again with the planets Suzie and Ronald and all the grandchildren moons…

But, there was something about all those letters and pictures from Suzie as they went all over the world—I could sort of expand my world to include little pockets of other people’s worlds…

Plus, Ronald being such an intelligent man and Suzie living so close with him, her letters started having bigger words—I looked them all up on-line—started thinking in new ways—made my world even wider…

Then, around 2021, Suzie said she’d become a member of an International Faith…

I’ve never been all that spiritual, unless you can count the love I feel for so many other souls; but, there was one Principle of Suzie’s new Faith that knocked me flat and picked me up and filled me with, well, I guess I’d have to say, Spirit…

That spiritual Principle was the Oneness of Humanity…

Something about it crawled into every hour of my day—it showed itself as I watched the News—it lingered near as I chatted with neighbors—it even made Suzie and Ronald and the kids seem to be orbiting closer no matter where they happened to be…

The Oneness of Humanity…

Oneness in Space and Time—no Real separation, of Time or Space—linked into a single Family…

Still, some of my World-Expanding Family, well lots of them, are still blind to our Oneness…

Did I mention Ronald is exceedingly Rich?

So, I guess this is the final little chapter of my little story:

Suzie convinced Ronald to fund a Round the World, rest of my life, Trip…

With a few beautiful little strings attached:

— Only spend a year in each country, until you’ve visited at least five other countries.

— Make sure you tell as many folks as possible about how they belong to this Huge Human Family.

— Be sure to Schedule a few months between countries to visit with Suzie, Ronald, all those amazing Grandchildren Moons :-)

I really recommend that all of you meditate on this Deep and Wide Spiritual Principle:

The Oneness of Humanity…

Then you, too, can say: “This World Is Way Bigger Than I’d Ever Imagined”.

 

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Friday Story Bazaar ~ Tale Seventy-Five


At What Price?

by
Alexander M Zoltai

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It began in 2018—my investigation into computers and phones as a health risk.

I began tracking the activities of  a boy in India, where the informal recycling trade was expanding at the exorbitant rate of 25% per year.

“Informal” just means not done by the companies who made the computers and phones—instead, done by children as young as Labdha, just eight years old.

At that age he was only carrying the electronic junk from the seashore to his father’s shack, so his exposure to the toxic chemicals and metals was what some might call “minimal”.

By the time he was ten, the electronics manufacturers had, sickeningly and “naturally”, increased the dumping of their waste on the Indian shore, and other shores around the world—all official parties complicit in the crime.

Also by ten, Labdha had graduated to working in his father’s shack—stripping out components and treating them with toxic chemicals to separate the rare metals from the substrates—chemically peeling off the money-making substances—incurring grave harm to his body…

The harm hid for a few years while Labdha prepared to replace his father as owner of their contaminated business, because his father was near a very young death.

I must pull back from my tale to indicate the innocence of Labdha and the guilt of local, regional, national, and international officials and companies—Labdha, and those like him, were just attempting to make a meager living—the officials and companies were making a killing, monetarily and literally…

I must also indicate the relative “innocence” of the consumers of electronic goods, many of whom consume more than they truly “need”, unless need is defined widely to include mindless games, activities, and conversations…

If the manufacturers of the computers and phones would just recycle the junk their creations become—creations built to be replaced for the next, newer, better device—if they would just do it themselves, at their own cost, in ways much safer; but, hey, we’re talking about profit here—to hell with people and the earth…

And, those over-consumers—they’re just trying to numb their existence so they don’t notice the slow death machine created by all the other corporations that ignore humanity and worship profit.

So, Labdha and other youth like him continued to create toxic environments in their little workplaces—shops that were proliferating to meet the glut of wasted bounty delivered as trash to their countries.

The little toxic hotspots spread their deadliness because of the good graces of Earth’s water cycle—eventually spreading death sentences to the countries where the massive global electronic firms lived…

In 2032, Labdha was twenty-three and teetering on the edge of life.

He wasn’t aware that moves were being made to enforce a proposal of one of the smaller electronics firms, which publicly admitted the harm the big companies were unleashing on the Earth; naturally, in league with the other companies raping the Earth in many other ways…

A few other upstart companies teamed up with the first brave folks and made a Real Issue of the whole mess, which brought an army of activists up out of their exhaustion and enlivened a movement that, eventually, created the political will to alter the full cycle of life of the most used tools on the planet—computers and phones—to make them the little, artificially intelligent friends of Earth.

Naturally… Labdha and thousands of his peers were long dead…

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Friday Story Bazaar ~ Tale Seventy-Four


Recreating Life

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Alexander M Zoltai

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It all began in Australia…

Well, “It” began in the U.S. state of Florida at the Cape Canaveral space complex—”It” being human space flight.

The It that began in Australia was the Recreating called Terraforming. It was a trial-run for the real thing on Mars—bring lush forests and grain-growing soils to the huge central deserts of Australia…

It’s not like there wasn’t Life already in Australia’s deserts—the acacia, gum, and eucalyptus trees—shrubs, vines, fuchsia, and ferns—the hopping mouse, mastiff bat, short-beaked echidna, mulga parrot, singing honeyeater, kestrel, and the pygmy monitor lizard.

But, all that Life was neatly adapted to very dry conditions…

70 per cent of the Australian continent was receiving less than 20 inches of rain annually, which classed it as arid—first task, get special grasses growing to increase the ambient humidity—which succeeded in one way (altering Australia’s desert); but, failed because it caused eco-changes in neighboring Indonesia (due to the South-East trade winds)—that, in turn, causing more eco-changes, like a planet-hopping scourge.

Of course, the planet’s eco-system had been rendered quite unstable before the Australian experiment began…

While the Earth faced its greatest environmental crisis, the Aborigines in Australia brought stability, over time, to the deserts, through their own methods of land management. This helped the rest of the world to regain a bit of climatological equilibrium…

The other development of the Aborigines’ planet-saving expertise was the invitation, many years later, to be the prime terraformers for Mars…

To watch those noble folk board the first shuttle to the MarsExpress in orbit—to watch them, through the on-board cameras, acclimate to zero G and adapt to space flight—to follow along and see them reach the Red Planet, land in their own shuttle near the previously landed survival huts and special vehicles…

To know that members of one of the oldest groups of our human family were risking it all to terraform and live on another world…

It took many decades; but, the efforts of this formerly oppressed  people gave humanity another planet to call home…

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